Radu's Cave

Library - Poetry - The Dream of Reality

Dreams come and go,
Like flowers on the breeze;
They flutter through the mind,
As birds high in the trees.

In a dream of pain and sorrow,
Through the darkness a man runs;
A promise for tomorrow,
But tomorrow never comes.

And then the face of beauty,
Lights the path for which he seeks;
The man no longer feels so lonely,
As these words she softly speaks:

"Come, I'll be your friend,
I'll guide your steps from hell;
My help I'll always lend,
And of beauty will I tell."

He follows for so long,
And gazes 'pon her face;
His love for her grows strong,
His step holds no disgrace.

But then they meet another,
Who follows close behind;
He scoffs and chides the other,
One not of his own kind.

The latter man succeeds,
And the former man now falls;
He forgets the love he needs,
Disobeys the pleading call.

The light is now far gone,
The life begins to fade;
The knife has found it's home,
Blood dries upon the blade.

The dream is now done,
The reality is made;
The two become one,
In the earth a love is laid.

Oh, heed this man's mistake,
Ignore the chiding one;
And when at last you wake,
'Twill be he that's gone.